I don't feel this way now, but I have in the past

Depression

Lost my path

Don’t know where I’m going

Navigating roadblocks

Stumbling through life

Hoping for someone else’s solutions

Told to carry on and be brave

I cry out and pretend everyday life

No one notices

I secretly smile as I make coffee

The curve of the cup is interesting

The kitchen counter lends support

The front door inviting

Sidewalks lead somewhere I don’t want to go

I can’t help but follow

The tree lined streets want to hold my hand

Branches intertwined with my thoughts

Scattered leaves like my emotions

Cover my body

I want to lie in peace

I don’t want to cry

Don’t speak anymore